I sat on the edge of the bed, panicking about the police. I mean, how do you explain two dead bodies in the middle of a hotel dancefloor? One decapitated and the other one with its heart ripped out. I didn't know how I hadn't thought about it all before. I'd had my head shoved so far up my own ass, that I'd left the hunters and my pack to clean up my mess.

Shit!

The thought suddenly dawned on me that my mom needed a funeral.

Oh my god I haven't even told my grandparents. Crap, I have to leave right now. There is so much for me to...